You're standing there by the mantel piece, by the phoneThe fall of winter approaches and spring lies in wait;a poised dignitary, a welcome guest.My fingers trace the very contours of your skin.Your lips are pursed, primed for what is to come.Your wine stained dress falls by the bedsideand here in this moment,what is to take place,does so in but one flutter of a hummingbird's wings

Since the dawn of time man’s early existence was defined by a total state of chaos and conflict; at war with others… at war with himself.

In the mid twenty second century humanity has achieved the impossible; a state of total peace. The years, then decades roll by, complacency sets in and a once vigilant species has dropped its guard… sowing the seeds of its own demise.

In the deep, dark vestiges of space there lurks beings set to etch their own bloody mark on humanity. On history.

On the twenty first of June of the Earth year 2140, humanity wakes up to find that it is not alone. At first, the buzz of excitement and anticipation fills the air. Hails are sent and when no messages are received, emissaries board spacecrafts bound for the direction of the visitors. Only they are never to return.

Excitement and anticipation soon give way to fear and anxiety… with good reason. On the ninth of November of the Earth year 2141, Invasion Day commences…

The ensuing chaos leaves earth scorched and its many denizens dead. The burdensome stench of death fills the air and once again humanity must resort to ways long since forgotten... War.